I played the world alone

Chapter 410 What are you afraid of? ([-]-in-[-])

"Extinguishing!"

"Quickly put out the fire!"

After the officer reacted, he immediately roared loudly and looked at the torture frame anxiously.

He was finally a little scared now.

Fortunately, there was an ornamental pool nearby. A group of people hurriedly picked up wooden basins or buckets, scooped water into the basin and poured it towards the flames.

However, the fire grew stronger and stronger, and the water poured down had no effect at all.

They could only watch in despair as the fire grew bigger and bigger, and the rising fire almost illuminated the square for most of the night.

If someone didn't know about it, they might have thought that some kind of celebration ceremony was being held here.

But no one present smiled. Everyone looked frightened and turned pale.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the flames went out.

But it was definitely too late to save people.

What was finally displayed in front of everyone was a completely charred corpse. It was still possible to vaguely distinguish the appearance of the other party before death. However, the facial features were not as ferocious and terrifying as expected, but were very calm.

Even those eyes were still open until the end, even though they had been completely deformed by the fire, but for some reason, it always felt as if these eyes were looking at everyone teasingly.

It was as if he was peacefully welcoming the ending of death that he already knew.

It is also announcing their future.

This poor child failed to escape the disaster in the end, but it also cast a shadow on the hearts of everyone present.

The words roared by the flame just now seemed to be echoing in everyone’s ears——

"He will come back for revenge!"

"It's over... we will all die in her hands!"

"This damn witch is definitely going to kill us!"

Many people are crying and regretting their decision to come here today.

"What are you afraid of!"

The officer couldn't help shouting loudly.

He stared impatiently at the crowd below.

"It's just a witch. If we can catch her and burn her to death once, we can burn her to death the second time!"

"And we have other hopes!"

So saying he pointed to Father Beaufort.

"Evil prevails over good. With the guidance of the priest and God, we will definitely be able to eliminate it and regain peace!"

These words indeed ignited the hope in everyone's hearts, and they all looked at the silent priest on the side.

"Yes, we still have hope..."

"Please save us! We can't let this damn witch succeed!"

Father Beaufort faced everyone's prayers, but he didn't know how to reply.

Putting aside what happened just now, if that poor girl is really a witch, then he, an old man, doesn't have any special means to subdue her.

Even he himself was frightened by the scene just now and could hardly believe his eyes.

……

While the people in the square were making a fuss, Lu Chen had already controlled his soul to hover in the air, and finally found a quiet rooftop to quietly think about his next plan.

He also suddenly remembered just now that it seemed that the systematic flashback mission did not require that the child he possessed must live to the end as before.

In other words, I can actually take this opportunity to make a big move.

Now it seems that the result is not bad, at least his reputation has really spread.

But it doesn't stop there.

He clicked on the system panel.

"The first task is to play a villain..."

Well the ghost of a vengeful witch is evil enough.

"The second task is to make 100 people believe the outrageous lies I made up..."

Obviously the witch's revenge is not included in this lie, because the number of people behind it is still 0.

"Then we need to reimagine a more ridiculous lie..."

Regarding this point, he thought of what happened in the church before the flashback, and he suddenly had some inspiration in his heart.

"It seems entirely possible that the evil witch will summon the demons from hell..."

As for the last task that had always been fixed, it was easy. He had already become perfect with practice.

"The only question now is, where to start?"

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the people present one by one, and finally his eyes rested on a few people who seemed to be incompatible with those around them.

If others are very scared, then these people have mixed emotions, or mixed with some other special flavors.

Vaguely, he seemed to have found a suitable tool man.

……

"Do witches really exist?"

In the corner of the square, a thin young woman with shabby clothes opened her eyes wide and looked at the charred corpse on the execution platform, as well as the officer next to her who was still shouting but had an obviously unnatural look on her face.

There are also the surrounding residents who are full of hatred and fear.

The incredible scenes just now seemed to prove the authenticity of that magical existence.

"Then my sister..."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt vaguely hopeful.

Her name is Fryer. Her sister was directly slandered as a witch because she accidentally angered a nobleman a few days ago. The soldiers had no intention of investigating carefully and imprisoned her directly.

It is even said that in two days, just like today, my sister will be burned to death in front of everyone!
No!She absolutely didn't want to see such a scene!
While everyone else was worried about the witch's revenge, she was praying sincerely to the charred corpse.

"If you really have extraordinary power, please save my sister..."

"Or even if it really turns her into a witch, with the power to escape from the prison, and live alone from now on, even if we can never see each other again..."

Unfortunately, there is still no response.

Just like when she prayed to the gods in the church before, hoping that she could harvest more food this year or that her family would be healthy and safe, there was no response.

What is prayed for is like the air.

Her life is still like a quagmire that she cannot extricate herself from. She is poor and destitute, and her family members have died one by one due to the epidemic. Now her only remaining sister has even been taken away and about to be burned to death...

Thinking of this, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, and she couldn't help covering her face and crying.

"If my sister is burned to death, then I will die too..."

She no longer had the courage to live alone.

Even when she turned to leave in despair, not only did the residents nearby not offer any comfort, but they all moved out of the way as if they were avoiding the god of plague, looking at her with eyes full of disgust and disgust.

"Look, that woman is Fryer! Her sister is also a witch, and she was just caught in the dungeon two days ago!" "Oh my God! We have been in close contact with a relative of a witch for so long. Won't she be infected with some bad virus? Damn it, why didn't those lazy soldiers arrest her too!"

"That's right, since my sister is a witch, it's entirely possible that my sister is also a witch! How can she be allowed to walk around here casually?"

People around her were talking a lot, and they were afraid to avoid her when they saw her.

Especially after experiencing the terrifying scene just now, the existence of the "witch" is beyond doubt.

Suffering from fear and threats, they had no way to vent their uneasiness and anger, and even pointed their guns at this woman who should also be pitiful and helpless.

Someone even picked up the trash on the ground and threw it towards her.

"Bad luck! Get out of here! Don't let that dirty guy appear in front of us again!"

"I can already smell the witch's stink on you! Ugh, it's a hundred times more stinky than your neighbor Mr. Franklin's stinky boots!"

Children were also making faces at her, and their insulting voices were no better than those of adults.

Flair covered his face and trotted away from the crowd in sadness and despair, stumbling and not even daring to look back.

He just walked to the front of his house.

It was a dilapidated small house, and because it hadn't been repaired for a long time, the windows had holes and the roof had some leaks. Once the weather got windy and rainy, it would become particularly uncomfortable.

You even have to worry about whether it will suddenly collapse.

But she no longer cared about that.

She had decided to die with her sister.

As for this house, because I tried to bribe the soldiers to ask them to grant some concessions, but the money was taken and they were raked away instead. Now there is nothing valuable left.

A house without relatives is not a home, and she has no memories of this place.

But just as she was about to open the door, she suddenly noticed something strange.

There was a glimmer of light coming from the window.

"Didn't I turn off the lights when I went out?"

She shook her head and rejected the guess.

It was still evening when she went out, and the lamp oil was very expensive, so she couldn't bear to light a lamp.

Is that a thief?

But if a thief comes here and sees the bare-walled environment of this house, he will probably sigh.

Unable to figure it out, she hesitated for a moment before deciding to open the door and go in to take a look.

No matter how bad it gets, the current situation won't be that bad.

But when she pushed the door open and walked in, she was surprised to see a familiar girl in the living room.

At this time, the other party was walking around the living room holding an oil lamp, seeming to be admiring the environment here.

And she will never forget the other person’s face——

It was the witch who was burned to death on the rack just now!

She even clearly saw the other party's last corpse, which was burnt to a charcoal-black color!

However, at this moment, the other party is standing in front of him alive and well...

"what!"

She was so frightened that she screamed at the top of her lungs.

The sound was several degrees higher than the classic dolphin sound.

But it stopped abruptly.

It's not that she doesn't want to scream, in fact, she is opening her mouth wide now, swearing that she is screaming with the greatest strength in her life, but she feels that no sound can come out.

She was almost horrified to think that she had become mute, but then she heard the "witch" who was supposed to be dead raise an index finger to her lips.

"Quiet!"

The girl spoke softly, but she really couldn't make a sound at all.

Then, she noticed that the door behind her slammed shut automatically without any external force. The entire house seemed to be isolated from the outside world for an instant, leaving only the two people facing each other in the room.

At this time, there were tears in Fryer's eyes, and there was only one thought in his mind: "Is this witch going to take revenge so soon?"

But the next second, I unexpectedly heard the other party say calmly: "Do you want to wake up the neighbors around you and come to see your meeting with the witch?"

"Didn't you just pray to me in the square to save your sister? Why, you are scared when you really see me?"

There was a mocking smile on the girl's lips.

Only then did Fryer realize that the other person was not here to hurt him but to help him. He suddenly felt happy and nodded repeatedly regardless of the other person's sarcasm. The fear just now completely disappeared in the face of rescuing his sister.

"You can speak now, but please keep your voice low."

The next second, Fryer really felt that his throat could make a sound again, and he immediately wanted to speak excitedly, but then he remembered the other party's instructions, and couldn't help lowering his voice: "You...can you really save my sister? "

She stared at the other person expectantly, hoping to get a positive answer.

"Of course." The other party smiled and nodded.

"In other words, this is what I came for."

"real!"

Flair was so excited that she subconsciously raised her voice, then immediately suppressed it, but the excitement in her heart could be felt from the trembling in her voice.

"Thank you! Thank you..."

She almost cried with joy and kept wiping the tears from her eyes.

"If you can save my poor sister, you will not hesitate to sacrifice my life and use my body as a prop for your magic experiment..."

"Wait, you seem to have misunderstood something."

The "Witch" waved her hand and stared at her strangely.

"Let's not talk about anything else. In your impression, are witches really the kind of bad guys who use human organs to study evil magic and harm others?"

Flair was speechless.

Because nowadays, in various legends circulating in the market and propaganda in the church, witch is definitely not a good adjective. Sometimes it can even be almost equated with the devil, the opposite of God.

That's why people are so afraid of it.

"There may be some villains pretending to be witches who will do terrible experiments in order to scare others or satisfy their own evil desires, but in fact real witches like me don't have the time to do such boring things."

"Besides, I didn't say that I would personally save people."

Fry suddenly panicked.

He thought that what he just said had offended the other party, and he immediately knelt down in fright.

"Don't worry, do you think I came here specifically to see you today just to tease you? Just because I don't want a person who has the qualifications to become a witch to die early. That would be a pity."

Fryer was startled and couldn't help being surprised: "Are you talking about my sister? Is she really a witch?!"

"Do not."

The girl opposite picked up the oil lamp and bent down in front of the kneeling woman. In the dancing light, the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"I am talking about you."

(End of this chapter)